Chapter 109: Eastern Witch Hunter
After a brief period of noise, the forest under the red moon quickly returned to silence.
But the battle between the four cowboys from the Sals Hunting Group and the monster monkey turned this originally quiet woodland into a mess.
These cowboys, who were desperate to hunt the ash, used very brutal methods to drive the monster out of its lair.
They used detonators and explosives, which knocked down many trees.
Fortunately, it is the rainy season in the new colony recently, and the forest is humid, so no forest fire has occurred. Otherwise, the first thing that law-abiding citizen Jiang Xia would do when he comes to the new world is to play the role of a firefighter.
In the woods, beside a lit bonfire, Niu Hanhan, who was on guard, was wearing a large steel helmet, holding a handy shotgun in one hand and a wooden stick in the other.
There were a few cold steamed buns and dried meat on sticks and were being roasted on the campfire. The aroma of the food made Hanhan a little distracted.
But he still remembered his duty.
So when grilling food, always look around.
Behind him, a temporary camping tent was erected. It was large enough to accommodate four or five people sleeping in it at the same time. However, what was happening in the tent at this moment had nothing to do with rest.
"What is this?"
Jiang Xia sat cross-legged on the ground, pointing at the glowing ashes in the cloth bag beside him, and asked the cowboy with a broken arm in front of him.
The cowboy whose left hand was exploded and arm was torn by soda has stopped bleeding after Su's treatment.
He was given anesthesia and is now sleeping soundly on the other side.
Jiang Xia's tone was gentle, not cold.
But the fully armed Su stood behind the man, holding the Colt in his hand and pressing it against the back of the man's head. The cold touch made the cowboy very afraid.
He did not dare to neglect and replied quickly:
“This is ashes.
The essence left after the monster is killed can be taken to the Vaslo Witch Hunting Association's headquarters to claim a reward, or sold to other witch hunters, allowing them to gamble and risk activating their bloodline."
At this point, the cowboy looked at Jiang Xia with a strange look and said:
"You, you are a true bloodline, and you must be a powerful witch hunter, how could you not know..."
"Oh, well, I unfortunately lost my memory during my exciting and wonderful witch hunting career."
Jiang Xia made up an unconvincing excuse, pointed to his head, and said to the cowboy in front of him:
"I can't remember anything, so tell me, what's going on with these ashes, these monsters, and you witch hunters?
And where are we?"
If this cowboy had a higher IQ than his feet, he would not believe Jiang Xia's words, but his life was in someone else's hands, so he did not dare to refute, so he lowered his head and said:
“This is the new colony of Fuxi County, close to the Atlantic Ocean, across the sea from the Old World. Because of the close distance, the monsters from the Old World have infiltrated this place quite a bit.
The Waslo Witch Hunting Society issued a bounty several years ago, so many witch hunting groups like ours make a living in this area.
The Red Moon Dream just broke out a few days ago, and it was a period when monsters were active.
Our small group consists of only a few people, and without any bloodline members, we cannot go to dangerous places, so we just wander around in this forest.
We were lucky enough to find this lone monster here. It was the weakest fifth-level monster, and it had just transformed not long ago, so we decided to take a risk and gamble. "
At this point, the cowboy became a little depressed and said:
“But we were unlucky again.
This monster had undergone a rare mutation. In addition to its physical changes, it could also breathe fire. Matt and Bob died just like that, and it was all because of my incompetence.
They have wives and parents at home, and Bob's wife just gave birth to a child. They are all honest people, and they followed me to adventure and hunt witches for the sake of their families.
Oh my god, ordinary people like us don’t have the ability to hunt real monsters. Oh my god, it was my greed and ignorance that killed them. "
“How miserable.”
Jiang Xia sighed hypocritically.
As if he felt the same way, he handed a handkerchief to the cowboy and winked at Soda, who put away his gun, took out a remedy from his waist bag, and thrust it into the cowboy's shoulder.
After the pain of the needle prick, the cowboy soon showed a comfortable expression. The highly active healing fluid from the wasteland was healing his shoulder injury.
"What's with the red moon in the sky?"
Jiang Xia flicked a cigarette and gave it to the cowboy in front of him. The cowboy took it with one hand and took out a copper lighter to light it. As the smoke rose, he said to Jiang Xia with a hint of fear:
“That’s the red moon, the source of monsters.
When I was drinking at the residence of the Waslo Witch Hunting Society, I heard from the old hunters that decades ago, it was because of the sudden appearance of the red moon that monsters flooded the Old Continent.
I was not born at that time, but I heard from my mother that our family had a farm in the Old World and lived a pretty good life.
But the explosion of monsters destroyed everything.
Those bastards who crawled out of hell took less than five years to sweep across the entire Old Continent, from Lower Silesia to the Black Sea, from the Caucasus Mountains to the Alps.
Everything is ruined.”
The cowboy pursed his lips, smoked his cigarette tremblingly, and said:
“My mother and her friends were the last group to escape. Hundreds of thousands of people were crowded at the docks of the Iberian Peninsula, while monsters were wreaking havoc hundreds of kilometers away from them.
No one knew what to do, and they could only rely on the veterans who had retired from the battlefield and fought against monsters to cross the sea and arrive at the new colony.
But we can escape from the monsters, but we cannot escape from the red moon in the sky. It will still rise in the new colony and spread its damn light everywhere.
The Red Moon Dream that occurs every three months is even more terrifying. It drags everyone into a dream of monsters. If they cannot wake up, they will be scared to death.
Then...
You will be captured by the monsters that rush out of your dreams, begin to be alienated, and eventually become one of those monsters.
Many of my friends died that way, including my father.
I still can't forget when I was nine years old, in our barn, my father was wailing and begging me to shoot him..."
Jiang Xia listened very carefully. He soon found a loophole in the cowboy language and asked back:
“According to what you said, wherever the red moon goes, monsters will be born. So even if you come to the new colony, you will definitely not be able to escape.
But you just said that among the new colonies, only Fuxi County has a serious monster risk.
What is going on here? "
"It was the bigwigs of the Vaslo Witch Hunting Society who helped."
Speaking of this, the cowboy suddenly became interested.
His voice became louder, full of admiration and awe. He said to Jiang Xia:
“The first generation of Witch Hunting Society members, their thirteen elders, are all veterans who fought against monsters when they first appeared.
Their understanding of monsters is the most profound in this world.
In their battles with monsters, they learned the monsters' forbidden knowledge and used that knowledge to transform it into power .
I heard from my mother that when everyone came to the new colony, monsters followed them. It was the elders of the Witch Hunting Society who sacrificed themselves and set up a blockade of the coast with a spirit-exorcising lighthouse, which stopped the monsters.
And these demon-killing weapons!"
The cowboy pointed at the bolt-action rifle and the knife in front of Jiang Xia and said:
“These weapons possessed by spirits are all knowledge spread by the witch hunting society. They could have relied on this knowledge to bully others, but they didn’t.
Their selfless dedication gave us the power to protect ourselves.”
"Demon-removing weapon? Spirit-possession?"
Jiang Xia picked up the command knife in front of him and looked at it.
This knife is very old and has obviously been used for a long time. There are traces of rust on the scabbard, and the originally exquisite handle has become less beautiful over time.
But when the sword was pulled out, the slender blade, which was two fingers wide, was still bright and white, and it was obvious that it had been carefully preserved and maintained, and cloud patterns were visible on it.
Jiang Xia looked at the blade. The pupil of his left eye expanded and contracted several times, and he saw the almost invisible tiny scratches on the blade. They were very simple, just a combination of a few characters.
But these combinations bring novel effects to this knife.
"I got this from the witch hunting club."
The cowboy looked at his command knife with a look of regret and said:
"That time, I had the honor of helping a real witch hunter. I killed a death worm in the tunnel of Fuxi County, and the witch hunter gave me some of the reward.
He also told me how to get this good stuff from those unscrupulous dealers by trying my luck.
It’s a pity that I’m not a bloodline person, so I can’t activate its spirit, but even if I don’t activate it, this knife is much more useful than silver bullets, I can use it to cut it easily…”
"Shua"
Before he finished his explanation, he saw the knife in Jiang Xia's hand emitting a weak light.
Golden light.
It looks very gentle, with a faint light wrapped around the blade, giving a sacred feeling.
"Ah, you are indeed a bloodline person!"
The cowboy yelled:
"Only those with bloodline can activate it!"
"Actually I'm not. I just injected my spiritual energy into it and activated this little rune combination."
Jiang Xia nodded on the surface, but complained in his heart.
He was now certain that the forbidden knowledge that the cowboy had mentioned, that the elders of the witch hunting society had learned from monsters, was probably how to use aura.
As for the simple combination principle of these small runes, Jiang Xia has not figured it out yet. It should be a kind of spiritual symbol like the talismans of Mohism.
However, this kind of rune, both in terms of complexity and writing style, is much simpler than the Mohist talismans recorded in the Tianji Ink Book.
"Bloodline, what's going on?"
Jiang Xia held the blade, feeling the spots of light wrapped around it. The effect of this rune after activation was not very obvious, but it was definitely related to exorcism.
His question caused the cowboy to shrug.
Although I know Jiang Xia definitely doesn't have amnesia.
But now that the cowboy has accepted this setting, he thinks it’s actually a big deal.
In the stories he knew about witch hunters, they were always big men with erratic temperaments, and big men always had some quirks that he didn't want to explore.
I dare not explore.
"Those who have bloodlines are the real witch hunters."
The cowboy pointed to the ashes in front of him and said:
“These ashes are the essence of the monsters. According to the knowledge of the Witch Hunt, all you need to do is light it again and touch the embers with your hands to unleash their power.
If you are lucky, the monster's abilities will be transferred to ordinary people.
Such people will not only be strengthened, but will also have various abilities that allow them to fight against monsters, but not everyone can get the ashes.
Not everyone can become a bloodline person."
He licked his lips and said with some fear:
“That’s a crazy bet. Ordinary people only have one chance to try it in their lifetime. It is said that only the most powerful witch hunters can endure the pain of multiple ignitions.
Only the most daring and desperate lunatics would recklessly ignite the ashes in an attempt to gain power, but once they fail...
You will be attacked by the power of monsters.
The lucky ones will get a serious illness, the unlucky ones will be immediately transformed into a monster."
"Well, I see."
Jiang Xia stroked his chin and looked at the ashes in front of him. According to his previous understanding and thoughts, the "luck" that the cowboy mentioned was not just simple luck.
According to him, only those with bloodline can activate the spirit.
In other words, those with bloodline can manipulate spiritual energy.
As long as the ashes are ignited, ordinary people can be transformed into half monks, allowing them to feel spiritual energy and gain strange powers.
And everyone can try it.
But in the world that Jiang Xia came from, people without spiritual roots and talent for cultivation would not be able to sense spiritual energy no matter how hard they tried.
This thing is almost challenging the practice rules of the Ku Mu Realm, and completely ignores the concept of "practice qualifications".
This sounds incredible.
perhaps.
You can try it in person.
Jiang Xia blinked his eyes, and the smile on his face became even wider. He took out a small porcelain bottle containing the Spirit Gathering Pill from his pocket, took out a pill from it, and handed it to the cowboy in front of him.
He said:
“I remember now, I’m an Eastern witch hunter, and this is a witch hunting secret potion I made myself. It can detect whether you are lucky enough to become a bloodline person.
You want to be a bloodline, you want to be a real witch hunter, right?
Don't lie to me, I can see the light of ambition in your eyes. You are definitely not satisfied with being an ordinary person. You have seen the wonderful world and there is no going back.
Eat it.
This is your destiny.”
He said in his heart:
"Come on, eat it, Experimenter No. 1, and confirm my guess."
